| Song | Born A Girl |
| Artist | Manic Street Preachers |
| Album | This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bradfield, Jones, Moore | |
| Do I look good for you tonight? | |
| Will you accuse me as | |
| I hideBehind these layers of disguise | |
| In the mirrors of my own happiness? | |
| I've loved the freedom of being inside | |
| Need a new start and a different time | |
| Something grows in the space between me | |
| And it's twisting and changing this fragile body | |
| And I wish | |
| I had been born a girl | |
| Instead of what | |
| I amYes, I wish | |
| I had been born a girl | |
| And not this mess of a man | |
| And not this mess of a man | |
| And not this mess of a man | |
| The censorship of my skin | |
| Is screaming inside and from within | |
| There's no room in this world for a girl like me | |
| No place around there where | |
| I fit inAnd | |
| I wish I had been born a girl | |
| Instead of what | |
| I amYes, I wish | |
| I had been born a girl | |
| And not this mess of a man | |
| And not this mess of a man | |
| And not this mess of a man | |
| And not this mess of a man | |
| And not this mess of a man |
| zuo ci : Bradfield, Jones, Moore | |
| Do I look good for you tonight? | |
| Will you accuse me as | |
| I hideBehind these layers of disguise | |
| In the mirrors of my own happiness? | |
| I' ve loved the freedom of being inside | |
| Need a new start and a different time | |
| Something grows in the space between me | |
| And it' s twisting and changing this fragile body | |
| And I wish | |
| I had been born a girl | |
| Instead of what | |
| I amYes, I wish | |
| I had been born a girl | |
| And not this mess of a man | |
| And not this mess of a man | |
| And not this mess of a man | |
| The censorship of my skin | |
| Is screaming inside and from within | |
| There' s no room in this world for a girl like me | |
| No place around there where | |
| I fit inAnd | |
| I wish I had been born a girl | |
| Instead of what | |
| I amYes, I wish | |
| I had been born a girl | |
| And not this mess of a man | |
| And not this mess of a man | |
| And not this mess of a man | |
| And not this mess of a man | |
| And not this mess of a man |
| zuò cí : Bradfield, Jones, Moore | |
| Do I look good for you tonight? | |
| Will you accuse me as | |
| I hideBehind these layers of disguise | |
| In the mirrors of my own happiness? | |
| I' ve loved the freedom of being inside | |
| Need a new start and a different time | |
| Something grows in the space between me | |
| And it' s twisting and changing this fragile body | |
| And I wish | |
| I had been born a girl | |
| Instead of what | |
| I amYes, I wish | |
| I had been born a girl | |
| And not this mess of a man | |
| And not this mess of a man | |
| And not this mess of a man | |
| The censorship of my skin | |
| Is screaming inside and from within | |
| There' s no room in this world for a girl like me | |
| No place around there where | |
| I fit inAnd | |
| I wish I had been born a girl | |
| Instead of what | |
| I amYes, I wish | |
| I had been born a girl | |
| And not this mess of a man | |
| And not this mess of a man | |
| And not this mess of a man | |
| And not this mess of a man | |
| And not this mess of a man |